Tune For Tone

Feasty misty twigs, fridged as snow, fence its scent,
priced birch, treats withered leaves threaded on ground,
crammed arms patched dense of crest, ashes of dashes,
pierce of yellow laces seize wrinkles furnished,
laid soul cubes caress each breath,
fated to wipe tinted lenses of paid thresher,

One as counted to none sniffs to hump,
with throdden soaky murky glitters, of dewdrops,
solely zephyr pressing barn, pumped each nest,
sighs to high, in reverie cosmos throne in tone.
Knuckle to knot of whine echoes,
lifted beats on lightning pounding sound.

Saddling pebbles of labels pick,
Of fine lines, hop on top guided to dime,
mirthful fleeting radiance boost for hose,
merge ravishing soothing solace pun.
On the verge of vague bursted lime,
shrank once on a tuning ward.